Awakening
A month passed in the same routine of attending meetings, spending time with my friends and family, and sleeping next to Valik’s bed at night. The pattern became familiar, predictable, yet the weight of responsibility never eased. Hernando continued talking to my brother’s wolf, who had woken early in a desperate attempt to heal. But healing took strength, and according to Hernando, the end was inevitable the day he became too weak to help anymore. Until the day I found them. My brother and his wolf were exhausted beyond measure—tired, weak, helpless, and near death. Their spirits frayed, their bodies failing, and yet, somehow, my presence changed everything. My being in the right place at the right time altered the course of his life, shattered his belief that no one cared if he lived o
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